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How fickle is man to have so easily forgotten,

Truth is not found but in one's noble beginnings;

You were of leaves first before you broke iron,

Of trees and shrubs and pebbles in streams;

The rocks of space are no less awe-inspiring

Than raw cliffs and earth's many-layered awning.

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